Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.